shall I pursue this musing?

I stake my life and fortune
on what I deeply believe

and I endure the trial and tribulation
​for the triumph of others.

​I hone exceptional craft to a razor edge
slicing deftly though every challenge.

Action prevails.

Survival and Salvation lie beyond my reach now.
Only transcendence will see me through.

The dry husk.
I can't return to it.

Metamorphosis 
the only grace.

I can only return to my homeland
as New.

I accept my fate.
I offer prayer and sacrifice.

A Thunderous Cloudburst
​shatters the oppressive humidity.

I know the release in forgiveness
accepting things as they are.

If nothing to gain, a return brings good fortune.
If something to gain, I act on it at once.

​I release from my own rigid expectations. I rise
as I cast resentment and restrictions away from me.

I feel the lightness of being
forgiving others and accepting them as they are.

I free myself from endless vigils
and see Them for who they are.